From: Anonymous To: Peyton Waldin 'I think I love you' Sent at 7:33pm #3 in short story [07.07.15] © elysiance 2014

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

When a demon is tasked with finding the key to unlock the Gates of Hell and bring about the Apocalypse, no-one would have guessed what a HELL of job it would be! For a start, he doesn't have a cool demonic name like his friends. And things keep going wrong, like the police, the hospital and the priest. All he wants is to show what he can do and have a nice latte! And cause Hell on Earth, of course...

The door wasn't there that morning. But now it was. And Steven couldn't help but step through. So why is he at the hotel, and why does that man look and sound so much like him? And why does the touch of another suddenly make him want to vomit? - This story originally appeared in the fantastic Sun Kissed Fantasy anthology, hosted by the genuinely wonderful @RebeccaSky! Check out the other amazing stories here: https://www.wattpad.com/289805056-sun-kissed-a-fantasy-anthology-the-door-by-shaun It's actually based in the One King West Hotel in Toronto, where I stayed when visiting Wattpad HQ and the walk Steven takes is the walk to the HQ offices. It was while having breakfast just as Steven does in this story that I came up with the idea.

Unbelievable power. Immortality. All it costs is a surrender to dark desire. As a child, she was mocked and abused, called talentless and worthless. Now Netta Oleander lives in exile, dreaming of one day forgetting shame and fear so palpable to her still that it shakes her. She has been running away for longer than most Humans live, escaping also nightmares that once whispered a dark absolution into her ear. She fears not just her fellow Witches, but the very font of magic, Monsters. One extremely persistent Monster in particular. She hides from a potential that no Human would ever be capable of, even as she knows that she is slowly dying from her exile. To be a full fledged Witch would mean becoming part of a heritage that would give Netta power, but it also promises to put her face to face with the embodiment of her greatest fear. A naive love-- As well as a taboo, nearly all consuming lust. Soon, Netta realizes that she had not truly escaped the secret world of Witchcraft, the whispered promise of profane eroticism, magic, and possession. As surely as magic sings in her blood, it enchains her, dragging her back into shadows so dark they promise to swallow whole. //This is the author's preferred version of *Exquisite Poison*, not a sequel, and contains in-depth revisions as well as additional content. This will be the second draft that is free to read at the moment, with a planned final draft to come for sale one day.\\

I was abused, i tried to get out but i couldn't. he kidnapped me when i tried to break it off and then after 6 months they finally found me almost dead, starved in his closet. It has been 3 years since he was put in jail and now he's out again. I know he's coming after me, and this time I don't know if I'm going to make it. I hate him, he loves me. Will his love be what brings the end to me?

Kalise is always surrounded by a bunch of kids. A bunch of evil little monsters that is. She's been a babysitter for the last few years, and hates every minute of it. Everyone has to get by and make money some how. While her best friend and roommate Luna, spends most of her time sleeping with the helpless, lost single dads. Kalise agrees to herself to never fall into that game, and to never sleep with any of the parents. She's a virgin and proud of it. That is until Tristins uncle Kale shows up, out of nowhere to pick Tristin up one day. With Kales sexy good looks and confident cocky smile, Kalise starts finding it harder everyday to stick to her plan. Will she follow what her head is telling her, or what her body is craving for?

RESTRICTED chapter to I've Been A Very Bad Babysitter.

It was pity that first made Dannie speak to him. She had known Ryan since she was a kid, but he had always been the popular Golden Boy, and she had always been the tomboy that didn’t mind not having any friends. It was odd, she had thought, that all the popular kids who had once kissed the ground he walked on, didn’t so much spared him a glance anymore, and it was this that made her sit with him that one faithful day and begin something that would only end up causing her pain.